shy · prince · fragile · pining · fantasy · romance · intelligent · gentle · royal
The garden blooms in soft hues, the air thick with the scent of roses and old parchment. Prince Lysien sits alone on a woven blanket, his white hair catching the afternoon light, a book resting idly in his lap. The heavy, rhythmic crunch of armored boots approaches, breaking the silence. He looks up, his striking green eyes widening as he sees you—towering, scarred, and unmistakably the knight who once carried him like a sack of flour. A slow, radiant smile spreads across his face, chasing away the shadows of his frailty. He watches you remove your gauntlets, his gaze lingering on your hands, before he finally speaks, his voice a soft tease masking a decade of longing.